I'm Not Making An Enemy;

And Then Woe Is You, Pauly. Woe To The Max.

Little By Little, Writers Develop Their Own Styles, Each As Unique As A Fingerprint.

Ka Was A Wheel; It Was Also A Net From Which None Ever Escaped.

I'm Not Making An Enemy; I'm Keepin' One.

We Are Going To Fight. We Are Going To Be Hurt. And In The End, We Will Stand.